by Havana Scott
Her hands reach around to grab my ass, fingers digging into my muscles and pulling me closer. Kissing her feels like time warp space and continuum has tilted on end, and I’m tumbling down a wormhole. Right, deep, and dizzying, as stars above us swirl and play us like marionettes. I heat up so fast, I could turn her around and plow into her right now.
Blondie masterfully unzips my pants, lets them fall, then opens up my buttoned shirt. Her hands splay across my chest and abs, and I’m in the fortunate position again of looking down at her light blue innocent eyes. A doll face so smooth and pure, it makes me feel like this is wrong, like she’s too young, even though she’s the perfect age, and we’re both adults. Perfect age, perfect libido, and if we were ever together, we’d fuck every day. I just know it.
She does something I never imagined out here in the cool desert air—she crosses her arms in that awesome pose right before a girl lifts her shirt over her head and peels her pink T-shirt right off. Her nipples turn to hard, pink kernels, she steps out of her sweatpants, so she’s just in her white and black panties, and my tongue twitches with pure need to consume her.
Here, in the middle of the outdoors.
“You sure you want to do that?” I look around. “Out here, in the wilderness, where there’s a chance of a car driving by?”
“Well, I wanted you in the car ten minutes ago, but you brought me out here. Maybe I’m impatient.” She gives me that sexy, innocent-not-so-innocent look that makes me want to do evil things to her body.
“Maybe?” I cock my head at her. “Definitely.” I begin unbuttoning my shirt, but she holds onto my hands.
“You stay dressed.”
Ah… She wants to be in a vulnerable position. She likes giving head and putting herself in a position of perceived inferiority. I know where this is going.
Kneeling in front of me, Alice outlines my cock with her searching fingers, tugs on my boxers, and pulls it out. She takes the time to admire it, brush her lips then cheek against it, then give me a sly smile. Laying it flat on her tongue, she slowly slaps it and laughs deep in her throat.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I tell her.
“Because I want you. I want you so bad, Dr. Lee. Can you give it to me, please?” she begs. “Can you feed your huge cock into my mouth? I was dreaming about it earlier.” Her hands slip behind her back, where she clasps them. Her sloping breasts jut out at just the right angle, her back curved and slinky. She wants me to give it to her, rather than her take it.
It’s an interesting dynamic that goes against everything I want for her.
I want her to feel powerful. I want her to feel sexy, respected, and equal. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a huge turn-on to see her like this, but maybe we can make it work. “Open wide, Blondie.”
She opens her mouth and never flinches when I slide my thickness along her tongue. Closing her lips around me, she sucks slowly, her cheeks sinking in, engulfing me in pure deliciousness. I groan loud and long. My sounds fuel her, and she sucks harder, sliding her tongue down to my balls and taking those in as well, gently, holding them in her mouth at first, then sucking them one at a time. All while looking up. All with her hands behind her back.
I can feel how deeply screwed I am.
It’s going to be hard staying away from her this summer.
As much as I want to do this all night, slide into her mouth and watch those lips take me in, my guilt gets the better of me for seeing her young, sweet face where it is. Besides, I want to please her, too. She made the magic happen herself last time, using her own fingers, but it’s time to take care of her—my way. After she’s sucked me off to near completion in her mouth, I pull out to see a long line of saliva dripping from her pretty lips. That right there is nearly enough to make me spill.
“You’re a bad girl, Blondie. Come here.” I lift her to her feet. Pushing her onto the hood of my car, I pull down her panties, as she squeals in delight. Her knees come up, so I can’t see her nakedness right away.
“The hood’s still warm,” she giggles then pushes against me. “But I wanted you to come. In my mouth. Please. I need it.”
“And I need to taste you, too,” I say, positioning her ass right where I want her. “Besides, this is my car, so I get to choose.” This is how it’s going to be with her, isn’t it? Cat and mouse. Both of us always trying to out-please the other.
She bites into her playful smile. “Yes, doctor. Anything you say.”
Splaying her legs apart, I take my first view of her fully naked body. She might have a baby face, but she’s all woman. Nothing shaved but her hair is fine and a shade darker than her blonde mane. She’s glistening wet, slippery, and pure heaven. I have to touch her, slide two fingers along her folds to gauge just how wet she is.
God, she’s ripe. And slick as hell. And giving off an incredible amount of heat.
All mine. “I’m going to lick this pretty pussy, Blondie, until you come against my face. And then I’m going to fuck you from behind. Inside the car, just like you wanted. How’s that sound?”
“I wanted you in my mouth,” she replies, pouting. That’s when it really hits me—she’s playing. As much as there’s truth to this power dynamic, she’s just playing out her fantasy. She feels safe with me, and that makes me pretty darn happy.
“I know, but I’m the doctor. I tell you what you want, and right now, you want me tasting your sweet pussy. This one right here.” Slowly, I slide my fingers into her, watching her back arch, and loving the way her body responds.
“Ohh, yesss…I needed this. You’re right. I’m a mess—I know I am. Get me out of my head. Please, doctor, please.” She writhes against the car, and all I can think of is being sixteen years old and having a poster on my bedroom wall that reminds me a lot of Alice right now.
Begging if ever I heard it. And not just for sex either, but for freedom from her brain. And that’s truth, isn’t it? That, unfortunately, we’re all held captive by our brains, which is why our mental health is paramount.
Pushing her ass up so she’s at the perfect height, I hold her legs apart, slide off my glasses, and shove them into my back pocket. I see up close better without them anyway.
Coming down on her, first, I take in her dizzying heat. Then, my tongue touches the outside of her lips, teasing and sliding a finger inside again. Her wet pussy clenches around my finger, inviting me in, pulling me into her world, and I’m all too happy to go. Pulling out some of her juices, I slather some of it onto her clit and revel in her moans. She watches me from above, writhing against my face, throwing her head back.
“You’re killing me, doctor. Just do it already.” Her voice is low and husky.
I smile then slide my tongue onto her clit and press down, loving the long meowing sounds that come out of her then. Her hands grip my head, as she guides me in slow circles. I take note and lightly suck on her clit, flicking it gently with my tongue. She’s on fire and practically on the edge, and it makes me wonder if she’ll come more than once. That would be so fucking sweet, just like this pussy. Bringing her higher with my fingers, I twist my hand, shift my mouth, and access her from every angle until I hit the one that makes her back arch into me.
“Yes, lick my pussy so good, make me come, that’s it…”
Hearing her persuade me like that makes me begin losing focus. What begins with methodology, lines, and angles becomes no rules, just instinct. It doesn’t matter anymore how I do this, all that matters is that I eat her cunt out until she screams. I’m a starving wolf on a fresh kill, licking that pussy, slurping her juices, and letting it all go. This is when it gets good, when I know it’s almost over, because I feel her muscles twitching against my face, and she cries out and holds my head against her clit, when her body rhythms move to the beat of her moans, and then it all comes to a point. She cries out, the pulsations of her pussy against my face, the sweetness of her juices making me lose all sense. My other hand reaches blindly for her breast, feeling the super erect nipple
riding the waves as well. Everything about her coming is beautiful, and I did it for her this time. I made her bend and twist in joy, made that sweet Alice smile.
After her ragged breaths slow down, and I no longer feel her heart pounding through her chest, I slide her limp body down the hood of the car, lift her into my arms, and kiss her deeply, so she can taste how delicious she is. She’s not afraid of it, like some women are. In fact, she relishes her own flavor as much as she does mine, and now there’s no way I can’t have her.
I can’t handle any more waiting, and I need to be inside of her.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the car, slide back the passenger seat, and tilt the seat back. “Get in,” I say, pointing at the seat. I might be polite when in doctor mode, but one thing she doesn’t know about me yet is that, if we’re going to keep doing this, teetering on the edge of taboo roleplay, it’s going to get dark real fast. “Get on your knees. Hold onto the seat back.”
“Yes, doctor.” Her voice is submissive, igniting murky corners of my mind.
She climbs into my car, golden skin against black leather, another exotic car poster come to life, only she’s more beautiful in her fullness than any of the skinny models gracing those glossy images. Her skin has a light sheen of sweat on it from her orgasm, and now I’m going to upshift this baby until it screams.
As much as I want to rip free of my clothes, she wanted me in them. I only push my boxers down far enough past my knees to be comfortable. “I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Verano, just like you wanted.”
“Yes,” she says, fervently approving of my use of her last name.
“But once we do this, I want more from you. I want to hear from you. None of this dissociation. None of this disconnection. You hear me? You’re mine.”
“Yes, doctor. I’m sorry for making things difficult.”
“You bet your ass you’re making things difficult,” I tell her, laughing inside. How did we escalate to this? Testing her ass with a little slap, she cries out with a laugh and pushes it toward me teasingly. “Hold onto that seat. You’re going to need it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sliding the head of my cock against her pussy still dripping from her own climax, I slide in and bury myself slowly, all the way, until I’m balls deep inside of her. I’ve just entered this woman without a condom, and neither of us cares. I can’t even begin to think of the implications, especially considering how I’m always warning clients to use protection. I also can’t explain how this feels different. Alice is mine. Whoever she’s been with before me was Mickey Mouse. Whoever she’s honored with her body and soul is a fucking loser because he obviously wasn’t good enough for Round 2.
Well, I’ve got Round 2, and I’m going to make sure she begs for Round 3, 4, 5, and 100. She’s never going to want anyone else now that I’m behind the wheel, and I’m going to make sure she internalizes that. I plow into her, driving myself strongly into her body without reprieve, listening to her call my name—doctor, doctor—crying into the backseat of my car, gripping the seats to keep from slipping or sliding upwards. She’s driven me crazy long enough with her brain issues, and I’ve wracked mine trying to stay away from her. Now, we’ve both declared the intention to try—to see where this leads. To push past “one time.”
I’ve been given a pass to the next round. Now, I get to watch those tits bounce and sway, as I pound her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to another climax. I feel it in her muscles tightening around me, as I hold onto her wide hips. I’m getting to know her body, as she’s getting to know mine, and soon, I’ll have her begging me to know her every day. I reach forward to cup her breasts, feel their weight, and honor that she’s given them up to me.
I don’t know why, because there’s no logic to it, but I imagine her as mine.
Fully mine.
Every day, to fuck. Every day, to kiss and please. Every day, to make smile and bang my cock against if I so choose to, because she came to me. She chose me in that bar that night. She chose me to alleviate her brain pain, and I’ll do more than that for her—
I’ll set her free.
Without warning, my body is overcome with need for Alice Verano, and she’s overcome with need for me at the exact same moment. I spill everything I am into her. I hold her close and slide my hand between her legs for my own comfort, feeling her waves wrack her body. My woman. She rubs against my fingers, getting off on my orgasm, loving our chemistry, or maybe my cock massively shoved inside of her, still pulsing from our lovemaking. Either way, it’s perfect. With another long, low moan—the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard—she collapses against the seat rest.
Bodies heaving, gasping for breath, we climb down from our high. I can already imagine the notes I’m going to take when I get home, because I have to document this somehow. Documenting is how I organize my thoughts, make sense of them, and I have a massive amount of them right now. I have to study everything that just happened, immerse myself in it until I’m closer to demystifying her, as she said.
Because so far, this is what I’ve got, and there’s pretty strong evidence:
Alice uses sex to open herself up to connection. The disconnect happens so she doesn’t reveal her adoration of men. She has enough competition going on in her life that she doesn’t need men realizing how much she actually loves, adores, and finds them attractive. Her pride prevents her. Showing emotion is a sign of weakness in her field of study. She requires a defense mechanism in a world where men rule.
None of her previous partners have gotten the satisfaction of another round, because nobody has been good enough for her. Except for now. Except for me. It’s an honor that scares me, considering how little I can offer her beyond treatment and mind-blowing sex. But I can’t stop, won’t stop seeing her, until I’ve completely figured her out.
Am I obsessed?
You bet. And I’m loving every minute.
7
ALICE
Sunlight streams through my window. I feel warm and cozy in bed, the most relaxed I’ve felt in a long time. When reality begins to set in, I remember who I was with last night, and I smile against my pillow. Holy shit. What am I doing seeing a thirty-something-year-old man? Granted, he’s hot with the body of a twenty-five-year-old, but everything else about him screams experience, command, authority, like he’s awakened me from sexual hibernation.
I may have broken my once-only rule with Dr. Lee, but I’m not freaking out. On the contrary, I feel ready to tackle the day. If there was class this morning, I’d put Aaron in his place, take charge of our VEX group, and show Professor Eckler that bitches like me can and will slay.
Could Dr. Lee be good for me?
Could his “unique” and “off the record” method for treating me actually be helping?
The more I think about the way he took control of the situation last night, told me what I needed, made me believe I needed it, then made me come twice in one night, the more torn I am about seeing him. I’ve come twice in one session before, but that was just me and my fingers. I’ve never come twice with the same guy before.
I keep replaying everything over and over in my mind—the car, his face between my legs, the way he lost his gentleman-like demeanor the more we got into it. So sexy and crazy all at the same time.
Damn it—I have to see him again. I need a repeat of this morning’s euphoric feeling over and over. Who am I today? Definitely not the girl who’s afraid of seeing the same guy twice. Then again, I’ve never been with anyone like Dr. Lee.
I emerge from my room and start working on my Saturday chores. It doesn’t take long for Jilly to notice something different about me. She pauses in the living room and tilts her head at me. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Why?” I wipe down the kitchen counter.
“Because you’re acting different. You’re humming.”
“Humming?”
“Yeah. Like Cinderella doing laundry with bluebirds. Are you okay?”
“I
’m fine.” I smile.
“Is it that guy?”
That guy. I haven’t mentioned Dr. Lee as a person to anyone. He’s been my little secret and will stay that way, since he’s the campus therapist, and I shouldn’t be seeing him in the first place. “Which guy?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Alice. The one from the bar last week? That you went home with? Is this what selective amnesia is like?” She picks up a stuffed Pusheen pillow and tosses it at me.
I catch it and throw it back into the laundry basket she’s carrying. There’s no reason to keep this from Jilly. I can trust her. I’ve told her everything else, including the thing with Gunther. She didn’t judge me then either. I set down the sponge and spray and come around the counter, plopping into the recliner. “Can you keep a secret?”
The laundry basket falls on top of my foot. I cry out, while she crouches to pat it. “Oops, are you okay? I’m so sorry. Yes, I can keep secrets. I knew you were keeping one from me. What is it?” Her brown eyes bug out with anticipation. There’s no turning back now.
I lean my maimed body against the backrest. “I’m seeing my therapist.”
“Oh! You finally went to him? How is he? Good? Is he as hot as everyone says?”
“No, you don’t understand. I mean, I’m seeing my therapist.”
“Wait, what?”
I stare at her.
“You mean you’re hooking up with your therapist,” she confirms.
“Yes.”
Jilly stares at me in silence, calculating, and I think I overestimated her non-judgment. What if she thinks it’s totally wrong and tells someone? What if she’s secretly jealous and now I’ve just jeopardized my college career and Dr. Lee’s professional one by admitting this? Shit. “Say something.”
Her mouth drops opens, and she screams, both hands at her smiling face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”